Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes
She is coming, my own, my sweet;
Were it ever so airy a tread,
My heart would hear her and beat,
Were it earth in an earthly bed;
My dust would hear her and beat,
Had I lain for a century dead;
Would start and tremble under her feet,
And blossom in purple and red.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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My greatest concern is that the emergence of this technology without the appropriate public attention and international controls could lead to an unstable arms race.
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I have a lot of things to prove to myself. One is that I can live my life fearlessly.
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I believe that everybody has the right to view his or her own body as a palette. However, I think intellectuals should at least try to be role models.
Camille Paglia
Is it right to shoot the poor prostitute or a woman who is unfaithful to her husband, or a man who loves another man?
Oriana Fallaci
In Romania, we have pledged to create a modern public service: well-educated, appropriately rewarded and above all, de-politicized.
Victor Ponta
Who wouldn't like to give up normal life? I mean, normal life, you know, is the second worst thing to death itself. I think normality is something that makes everything very static, and I try to make my days, my daily routines, as uneven and rich as possible.
Vik Muniz
It seems to me that a market exchange rate which is not artificially controlled by central banks enables one to balance the interests of different market players - exporters and importers, investors, borrowers, lenders.
Elvira Nabiullina
There is only one art of writing, and that is the art of poetry..whether it is in the form of prose or in rhyme and meter or in rhymed cadence.
F.S. Flint
Nothing ever goes to plan. As soon as you are OK with that, everything is much easier.
Margaret Qualley
Be sure you put your feet in the right place, then stand firm.
Abraham Lincoln
Electricity is really just organized lightning.
George Carlin
She is coming, my own, my sweet;
Were it ever so airy a tread,
My heart would hear her and beat,
Were it earth in an earthly bed;
My dust would hear her and beat,
Had I lain for a century dead;
Would start and tremble under her feet,
And blossom in purple and red.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
